#𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓸𝔁_𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭_𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 #𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮𝔂_𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱 #𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮𝔂_𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 #lyrics first law of motion make a motion without emotion get in a glad bag and be glad to get out your feelings they’re stealing your peace and destroying everything sinking in quicksand and sinking three dollar bill getting a bad notion of the opposite of the ocean second law of motion don’t drink the potion and let them kill your devotion so I’m toting a Glock loaded with commotion without emotion staying wet like the ocean coasting and straight floating I’m on the corner like a light posting I was in Chicago hosting the devil and toasting my haters loading my heavy metal now I’m washing and headbanging shooting flames and just coasting while my demons and enemies are posting and posting in my face the failure now I’m composting and fading away put my dreams on layaway now I’m here to pay the balance and fly diamonds dancing in my ear while they make a diss and then they disappear fear false evidence appearing real trying to steal my dreams but my team Navy SEALs hustlers and Marines we all armed and carry triple beams A.R. 15‘s and nine Glock‘s with telescopes we move hell a dope we pop pills and float trying to cope potent propane exploding and it’s murder all she wrote she wrote murder went called and put up a moat and then said we can we still be friends though I said fuck you bitch hoe catch a hollow tip dipped in piss diamonds dancing on my wrist doing front flips the devil told me to take one more hit I insist that’s when I started to slip my vices and pain tied my shoe laces and I tripped stick on my hip drugs I flipped only for my real blessing to be skipped now my solo cup I tip solo I drift with all this drip because I never had shit the trap is sick like Covid leaving motherfuckers hopeless and not able to focus here come the locust I survived and rose now I have a heart I hold bent but never fold get a sweater is December life is cold and it’s starting to snow chasing this cheddar I just float in his big body on leather with this Beretta I write this love letter Cadillac black like pepper hot like hot peppers doubt me out and I’ll fly off the handle and lose my temper so you narcotics like a vendor only it’s September I’ll never forget December already got a bulletproof sweater never surrender we better pull back the lever and deliver stand and deliver death from the trigger trying to get six figures knocking down your four pillars we get pushed and we’re killers pop and pain killers and fucking strippers paradox underground some heavy hitters🦾🦾🦾💨💨💨💨💨🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶